Black Hat Vs Alastor Novels & Stories

“We don’t think so. We think it’s a copycat. It’s too sloppy to be the Dark Alpha.” Patrick cocks his head to the side, “What do you mean sloppy, babe?” Maximo continues, “Well from what I remember, The Dark Alpha never used outside help especially from humans. He was too paranoid of being betrayed. Only his closest warriors and witches knew what was going on. I was away at warrior training when everything with Alpha Radar and the Dark Alpha went down, so I am only going off of the information I was given, since Alpha Radar isn’t talking much right now.”

“You have two choices. Be my guest… or be my slave.” Her heart twisted. Her lips curled into a scowl. “Your slave? Are you demented?” His grin was slow, sharp, and wicked. “No, Butterfly. I’m your Alpha.”

I turned my head to the side, ready and listening. “There’s a few people starting to experiment with black magic again. People Callum came in contact with years ago and they’re starting to dig into old, dark things. We’re worried one of them is going to make some headway and start raising demons again,” she explained. “Nothing is going to happen right now, but it will soon, in just under a year. Hecate is having a similar conversation with Ally right now.” I laid my head back down.

The burn of the alcohol did nothing to dull the memory. He had lost control. Completely. Adrian prided himself on his absolute containment. He was a man who calculated every breath, every move, every transaction. But the moment Luca had looked at him with those wide, terrified eyes and screamed that he hated him, a primal, ugly dark thing had snapped inside Adrian’s chest. The word hate had felt like a physical strike, a refusal of the ownership Adrian had tried so desperately to cement.

The rogues who’ve been disrupting the peace. But there’s still the hypothesis that an alchemist is controlling them. But what if it’s more than that? My thoughts drifted further—to the black wizards. Specifically, to the life-and-death battle between me and the black wizards last month. Their magical attacks from a distance and their power struck before I could even get close. I and the other wolves are always close-range fighters. That’s our strength… and our weakness. Can I fill our weakness?

He wondered why they had come to him and if the Wolfie company security allowed them in or if they must have done something bloody to get in. In the book Derek once read, The Black Hat Organization has been one of the best enemies of the night creatures, while vampires have vampire hunters, the werewolves have the Black Hat Organization as their greatest nemesis, thinking all lycans are bad. The history of the Black Hat Organization dated back centuries ago when the first generation of the Black Hat Organization arose with the fortification of an enhancement magic just to be able to take down the werewolves without much difficulty and luckily for them, they were made the first evolution of s

Two seconds later I could feel Stellas body move away from mine and I shifted mid step towards Alpha Jones. He was a red wolf, and he was big. But not as big as me. My fur was jet black, and my eyes were pure white when I shifted. He was no match for me, and he knew he wasn't. But his temper had gotten the better of him, and he couldn't help but shift. He had no control. I snarled as I approached him slowly, lifting one large paw off the floors. He shuffled in his stance, stepping back one. I snarled again, a warning sign to him and his pack members. My guards were all standing around them, they had nowhere to go. I could feel Stella fighting Collin behind me. "Let me go!" She hissed.

The Deathbringers was a pack led by an incredibly powerful leader—Alpha Kane, but everyone called him the Devil Alpha. It was rumoured that his eyes were pitch black during transformation, a color that no Alpha had ever had. Some said he got it by making a deal with the devil while others claimed he was the devil. I agree with the latter. He had to be the devil, believing otherwise would mean that there was something worse than him out there. That in itself, was a more terrifying thought.

Part of me wanted to just challenge him and tell him to kill me if he feels I’m some sort of bad luck. Not saying anything, I followed him as we made our way through the woods and soon, he stopped in his tracks. Stopping with him and moving closer to see the men standing in front of us, I froze. My stepfather went to them and they spoke for a while, all they said was inaudible so I couldn’t hear. Curious, I watched as one of them left the group and soon returned with another man. It was easy to tell that he’s an Alpha. The ground shook with every step he took and his face was pitch black because of the hoodie he had on.

An Elder sneered, "You lost that right the moment you were banished." I tilted my head, "Banishment is only as strong as the one who enforces it," I countered, "And I see no one here who holds enough power to keep me out." A low growl rumbled from one of the wolves seated at the table, but Bernard lifted a hand, silencing the room. "Bold words," he finally spoke, his voice deep and measured.”But you keep forgetting I am no longer just your brother, I am Alpha Bernard, the only one that is unstoppable, the only one that has the unthinkable power to do whatever.”